A rare magical miracle in the world

Di Sui!!

The white-gloved man's eyes revealed a horrified expression, "It's actually Di Sui!!"

The white-gloved man thought he had already overestimated the power of the Trade Guild, yet he hadn't expected that even Di Sui would be a member of this organization.

"This truly is, a big shot."

Di Sui, anyone who had ever been the Master of Miracles knew his great name.

A thousand years ago, the Emperor of the Dong Huang Empire, with a more seasoned background than the Holy Emperor, he was a Master of Miracles from the same era as the Ancient Golden Emperor.

The three of them, each established and symbolizing the very pinnacle of miraculous development.

However, the problem was that Di Sui should have been dead ten thousand years ago.

The one who killed him was none other than the current Empress of the East.

"If you don't have the Li Guang in your hand," Di Sui said, "I would kill you right now."

Li Guang was powerful, but it had its own thoughts.

Merely facing Dumu'an, Di Sui didn't feel inferior, but if Li Guang decided to cooperate with Dumu'an, then even he would undoubtedly be defeated.

"The invitation you extended to me before was not just for this little thing."

Di Sui asked, "Where is she?"

"She has not yet awakened," Dumu'an replied, "but it will be soon, very soon she will return and then once again lead the Trade Guild."

"You've been saying that for eight hundred years now."

Di Sui felt he was deceived, "The Witch who destroyed Elebergen, it was for her that I joined this so-called Trade Guild. How long have you been dragging me along?"

"If you desire to obtain what you want, you must be a bit more patient."

"Hmph."

Di Sui snorted disdainfully, shook his hand, and then disappeared in front of Dumu'an.

"Oh my, oh my," the white-gloved man saw the boss leave, and he dared not stay himself, "In that case, I shall take my leave as well, I'm equally interested in that great Queen."

"Do nothing superfluous, wait for the Trade Guild's summons."

"Additionally," Dumu'an warned, "do not have too much contact with those three, if you encounter them, do not hesitate, run immediately."

The traders, frankly speaking, were also a bunch of swindlers, they had deceived those three real traders.

For ten thousand years, Smiling Face, Weeping, and Wrath had borne a grudge over this issue.

Anytime they met someone from the Trade Guild, they would immediately suppress them, those strong enough could escape with their lives, the weak would die at their hands instantly.

This was also the reason why the Trade Guild had always operated from behind the scenes since ancient times.

"Understood, please rest assured, I know my limits."

The white-gloved man was just a newcomer, whose miracles had only awakened three times; he didn't have the guts to oppose those three legendary monsters.

"I hope you are as sensible as you say."

Dumu'an, in fact, didn't feel assured about the white-gloved man. Setting aside his strength, this man's courage was genuinely extraordinary.

Even when facing the Li Guang, he didn't have much reverence, instead wishing to try and see if he could pull it out.

Because according to the legends that have been passed down from ancient times, Li Guang had no master.

Li Guang was a very exceptional sword, anyone who could pull it out had a certain chance to be chosen by it and gain its power.

Mysterious, eerie, with not even a hint of loyalty—these words describe the Sword of Genesis, Dawn and Dusk Li Guang.

The white-gloved man had seen with his own eyes, in the face of the Empress of the East's fatal strike, Li Guang did not protect the Master of Dawnlight; it abandoned him.

Even if the Master of Dawnlight was merely a transformation of Dumu'an's left eye, a part of his being, Dumu'an would not just sit by and watch his eye be blinded by the Empress of the East.

This showed that the relationship between Li Guang and Dumu'an was extremely delicate.

"The Empress of the East and King Yatun have started fighting."

The Trade Guild had received a piece of information regarding Bailuo, and elsewhere, the three traders also sensed that earth-shattering battle.

"Ordinary people can't see it, but it can't hide from our eyes."

Wrath tasted the battle of the Empress of the East, "The Empress of the East truly is a big variable, that boy Dumu'an probably never anticipated there would be such a person exceeding his plans."

"Hey hee-hee, a variable, exceeding the plans, pfft ha ha ha."

Smiling Face rejoiced madly, still as hysterically laugh-prone as ever; fortunately, Wrath and Weeping had long grown accustomed to it, with the latter commenting, "The current Trade Guild cannot stir up much trouble, Dumu'an is strong, but not that bright."

"Compared to that, once that deceptive guy comes back..."

Weeping had a grudge with someone, "I used to be completely fooled by her."

"Is it really that formidable?"

"Extremely formidable."

Weeping appraised, "She is the smartest woman I've ever seen."

"Even if we had another go at it, knowing there's something off about her, the result would probably be the same."

"You mean," Wrath said, "if we confront her now..."

"That's what I think."

Weeping: "As far as I know, only one person could outsmart her."

"Who?"

"Artian!"

"......"

Wrath felt that Weeping was stating the obvious: "If we truly had Artian, why would we need to look for the Construction Book?"

"It's precisely because he doesn't exist that I think no one can beat her."

"Fortunately," Weeping said, "she hasn't remembered yet."

As she spoke, Weeping's complexion turned a shade darker, with a hint of suggestion, "So, what do you think about stirring up trouble ahead of time?"

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Smiling Face, however, interjected this time: "How do you know that picking a fight isn't exactly what she has planned?"

"And how do you know that by avoiding her out of fear of her plans, we aren't playing right into her hands?"

"No more Russian dolls."

Wrath interrupted the two's argument: "Whether we go or not, there are risks."

"Remember our position, King of Yatun is the one we should be supporting," Wrath said, "as long as she doesn't make a move on the king, we shouldn't interfere."

"That's what Glinode thought at the time."

Weeping: "And then he died."

Wrath: "......"

"So what do you suggest we do?"

The thoroughly rebuffed Wrath felt that he should cede his position as the leader of the traders to her.

If you're so great, then you do it, you take over!

"The problem right now is that the King of Yatun simply does not trust us," Weeping said. "Figuring out how to earn his trust is what we need to consider now."

"With the Empress of the East by his side, where's the opportunity for us to make a move?"

Smiling Face, unusually lucid for once, analyzed: "Since the Empress of the East is not dead, it means she has reconciled with King Yatun, and you all know what the ultimate state of a miracle is."

"7th Awakening?"

Wrath muttered the term: "Given her talents, it probably won't be long before she reaches the realm of the Holy Emperor."

"By then, above with the Dragon of Miracles, below with the Empress of the East."

Smiling Face said: "Even if those impersonators come, with the Empress of the East there, who will kill whom is still up in the air."

"Isn't that perfect?"

"We have nothing to do with it!"

The traders' mission was to help Bailuo become the true king, yet now, they could do nothing and still reap the rewards.

Why bother to exert themselves for such a serendipitous turn of events?

"Hmph."

Weeping: "But how do you know that this isn't exactly what that woman wants us to do?"

"Hey!"

Smiling Face was speechless: "Is that the only thing you can say? By your logic, whatever we do is wrong, right?"

"Correct."

Weeping: "Even though I despise her, I have to admit, she's terrifying. Even if the three of us joined forces, it wouldn't be enough to match her schemes."

"......"

After a moment of silence, Wrath finally made a decision: "Let's go, we'll make a trip to the Eastern Empire!"